Imagine you’re bowhunting caribou in Alaska. It’s early morning and you’re just finishing your morning constitutional behind the designated tree when a commotion and some unfriendly bear-like noises erupt from camp. Hitching your suspenders, you grab your sidearm from the nearby stump and bunny hop frantically toward camp as very human-like screams erupt.
A massive bear with frosted fur is lying across the wriggling body of your hunting partner, and you hear the chilling scrape of Ursus arctos horribilis canines on human skull.
A sound that is half prehistoric battle roar, half paralyzed shriek of terror involuntarily erupts from your throat as you raise...
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